I was never a fan of the full time stay-at-home parent of small children stage. I chose it, believing it to be better than the alternatives, and we all lived to tell the tale, but that’s about as positive as I can get about it all. I am far keener on life with my big competent children (even though I can no longer describe them as the SBs…)
It delights me beyond measure that everyone in the house can bath, dress and feed themselves. I adore it when they cook for me.
What I am struggling with is that they are rapidly becoming more competent than me. Big Girl made this picture. Whilst knocking up a quick lemon meringue pie. If we didn’t share DNA, I think I’d probably hate her.
Just this evening, I’ve been told off for reading whilst eating my tea, by Small Girl. I reckon this parenting job’s over and done, and I can retire.
If you don’t hear from me for a while, I’ll be playing out with my friends. Or possibly planning my gap year…